«I kept asking myself if I felt different, if I was different. The answer was always yes. I was no longer nothing…How odd, I thought: it had taken my mother’s death, Father Quinel’s murder, and the desire of others to kill me for me to claim a life of my own.»
«In the old days, when Kate had no interest in boys, she never cared what other people thought. Now, it appeared, love was turning her into a rotten human being. [She] wishes she could talk to her best friend, Marylin, about this. But Marylin is no longer her best friend. Or is she?»
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